Happy Fucking New Year :3

BS Doodles I did last night!

BRO LOOK AT IT.

FATHER AND SON MOMENT AT IT'S FINEST WHAT-

(Bro ofc you have my freaking consent, you're awesome what-)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Based off of a roleplay I’m currently doing with @unnoticedunawarestillhere :O

Uhm. This is angsty. So is the roleplay though so yeaahhhh! Hahaha…. Anyways, if this gets enough reception maybe I’ll post like, an edited transcript of it with Untitled’s consent <3

For the mean time, father-son moment.

EDIT: JUST REMEMBERED I REFERENCED A SONG HERE OOPS LMAO

Lyrics are from Race by Alex G

Hey, just here to remind you that you ate a cigar.

You ate it.

You consumed it.

You swallowed it.

That was a thing you did.

And I have no regrets.

Hudson raised his shaking hand as he somehow ended up on the floor. His knees weak and his brown eyes looking traumatised.

"I'm here," he rasped, his voice cracking a little. "Just give me a minute."

With that said, he fell back and laid on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. His whole body feeling ill and shaken, not even worried about Stella and the prank anymore.

@ask-thelyricist

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

Stella walked into the room and flicked off the light, drawing y'all's attention. she lingered in the doorway, gripping a knife tightly and partially covered in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood...

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

He raised a brow, his gaze unwavering as he folded his arms against his chest. The dark rings under his eyes and his pale skin proved he wasn't in good health. Though he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

You asked me so I'm gonna ask you the same, Who's your favorite Bendy Character?

OH GOD UH...I'ma say Norman Polk OR Wally Franks!

If it was my AU, it would be: Norman and Johnny

My favourite characters used to be: Shawn Flynn or Henry Stein (still love them, but now it's a healthy amount XD)

Hudson felt rattled, his insides failing as the tears still streamed down his face. He wiped his eyes, feeling suddenly tired and uneasy.

He paused for a moment, feeling his mind still fog up, but....

He was him. Like him before all the ink shit.

IN THE WORST OF TIMES.

He then sobbed again, his hands covering his face. He bit his lip and pressed his face into Jack's chest, still not coping the information well.

He wasn't even mad.

Just scared.

@asknorman-polk @ask-thelyricist or @art-by-stella

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

Stella walked into the room and flicked off the light, drawing y'all's attention. she lingered in the doorway, gripping a knife tightly and partially covered in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood...

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

He raised a brow, his gaze unwavering as he folded his arms against his chest. The dark rings under his eyes and his pale skin proved he wasn't in good health. Though he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

Walks in on the conversation without ever being invited-

"If coffee is too bitter for you just put maple syrup in it. Just do it."

Hey, Alex. What’s the best kind of coffee in your opinion? I’ve always found it really bitter, but I really want to like it. Do you know of any Coffee that’s more sweet, or at least less bitter?

"I don't like coffee, actually, I prefer a sweet tea, or, perhaps French Vanilla, it's the only coffee I'll ever have."

Hudson let out a chuckle, still fiddling with the lighter.

A small smile came creeping on his face when he replied, "It started with me telling Jack how good his tunes were. How everyone liked 'em in the writing department. And when our director was away, we'd blast the radio on full volume."

He smiled a little more now, but still flicked the lighter open and closed.

A young man approaches, offering a small smile.

“Hey, I hope I’m not interruptin’? I’m from the storyboardin’ department, I was told to grab the scripts…If they’re done, that is.”

“The name’s Ray, by the way.”

[hope you don’t mind the intrusion ~@w-graves-nook]

Mister Hendricks slowly peeled his eyes off his typewriter to look at the young man, tired brown eyes turning into mild distrust.

"Okay...? Hold on," the man muttered, having to hop out of his chair and search his lower cabinet drawers.

Finally, he pulled out a crisp file and gave it to the man.

"Here, most of them are finished, but there are some where you're going to have to fill in the blanks," Hendricks said gruffly.

"Hudson," the man pointed to himself.

Found these when I tried to draw TADC characters, Gangle being my favourite XD !!!

So, you asked if you could hug Sally, is the character in your pinned post the one you want me to use for that? I’m drawing it out, but I just want to make sure I use the correct character :]

You may use the one in the intro or this one!

It is up to you! EITHER WAY I GET TO HUG SALLY SO YAYYYYYYYYY